TERRY GIÁNG TIÊN NGUYỄN

Judd Country (Marfa, Texas)
	
To stop time, first flee
the city. 
Erect concrete 
boxes among cacti for
the high desert past is present, 
plexiglass, and 
plywood— 
Iron fists pinching
aluminum hands, 	useless 
is man’s made clock
here.		

To birth his meticulous 
vision, a man-artist
set obstinate gaze 
upon hay fields thawing marigold hues
& bore witness 
to the sunset still- 
life 
of his posthumous landscape.

Art
at the twilight of infinity:
fifteen untitled windows
to wonder.

Do not touch 
the art do not get too 
close they beg, 
touch brings desecration to sacred 
dimension 
I plunge hand into
hollow non-space of box 
no touch	 just heat 
grazing, 
aluminum grasping, 
space feeling 
beyond feel—
 
Allow me to wonder of 
the atomic distinctions between

man	material
life	object
body 	box
decay	time.